"Because of the short amount of time, they didn't gather a lot of information, but a few of them were related to the things you told me to focus on."

"Okay, it's not convenient to talk here, I'll talk about it when I get back."

......

"Childe, news from Mingzhou."

Ping Si knocked on the door with a small paper roll in his hand and walked into the study.

"Is there any news from Qin Feng's side?"

Feng Lan took the note, twisted her eyebrows, and said with a little eagerness in her tone.

The uncontrollable feeling in his heart was too familiar, and the familiarity made him feel panic inexplicably.

Although he couldn't tell whether Gui Lingyin was friend or foe, he couldn't care about her safety.

"No, Liu Feng has come back, and your family is doing business as usual."

Feng Lan looked at the already dark sky outside, and then looked down at the unfolded note.

Gathering elixir? The person who auctioned the elixir turned out to be a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy?

"Uncle Ping, send a message back to Qin Ruyan and ask her to draw a portrait of the young man who auctioned the Gathering Spirit Pill as soon as possible."

"Yes." Ping Si hurriedly retreated.

Feng Lan's gaze looked at the note again.

This young man should not be Gui Lingyin, otherwise he would definitely mention it with Qin Ruyan's temperament.

Yan Lingdan is from the hand of Gui Lingyin? What about this elixir?

......

Back at his home in Mingzhou, Ling Xiao presented the collected information to Lingyin one by one.

The Empress Dajing and the prince of Yasukuni will get married on 15 August.

Seeing this news, the corners of Lingyin's mouth slanted unconsciously.

The two of them were really able to survive, and they decided to get married at this time.

Lord Lingguan is seriously ill, and it seems that he will be passed on to the next heir by the next year's birthday.

Lingyin didn't care who would be the heir of the spirit officer, but the news that the spirit officer was seriously ill always disturbed her mind.

Although she tried not to think about it, the figure of the cheap father Yun Tianmin was always dangling in front of her eyes.

There is also a piece of information that in addition to Ruyilou and Yun Yifei, there are two groups of people in Mingzhou to inquire about the whereabouts of the ghost doctor.

After reading it, Lingyin turned all the information into ashes.

......

In the early morning of the second day, Lingyin rushed back to Panling Town.

However, she did not go home, but quietly touched into Mrs. Zhou's house.

First touch Ah Niu's house and lightly sprinkle a little medicinal powder on the tip of his nose.

After listening to his snoring thicker and more even, Lingyin walked into Mrs. Zhou's house.

The dagger in his hand was pressed against Zhou Pozi's neck, and after the hand was directed, and after lighting the oil lamp, Lingyin woke up Zhou Pozi with a needle.

Mrs. Zhou's exclamation stuck in her throat after feeling the coldness in her neck.

"Y-What are you going to do?"

"I'm here to bring you silver, but I don't know if you dare to ask for it?"

Lingyin flipped the money bag with the silver ingot in her hand.

"Yes, a hundred taels?"

Looking at the bulging money bag, Mrs. Zhou's eyes lit up.

But the coldness in her neck made her wake up quickly.

"Don't, don't, don't kill me, I, I don't want your money."

"Oh, you're not afraid that those people will kill you."

"Who, who?"

Mrs. Zhou's gaze dodged Lingyin's gaze, but her body trembled with fear.

"Zhang Dashuo's death shouldn't be simple!"

"He—He's your father—"

The word death was swallowed back by Mrs. Zhou in Lingyin's meaningful gaze.

"I, I can't help it, we have seen several doctors, and they all said that there is a pustule in the belly of the embolus, and it can't be cured at all."

"Pustules?"

"Well, your father used to say the same, but I don't know why after your father went crazy, he didn't say that he could cure the embolus, and the embolus felt that he was saved, so he quietly went to your dad."